...I need to get off of my sofa and onto the plane to Denmark.
Also that it is my most sincere wish that even if I do become a crazy old lady with a collection of deceased pets that are kept forever alive via taxidermy...my family NOT allow a film crew into my house. I am never to be filmed in my giant floral nightgown, eating a frozen tv dinner, and talking to my most beloved stuffed cat, NutterButter.
Or if the number of felines in my humble abode exceeds 3.
Or if I've acquired a large collection of clown dolls, all of whom I've given a name and a life story.
And even if I eat myself to a state that I am unable to leave my bed without the assistance of a large construction crane, I beg of thee, my family, please do not turn me into a television phenomena.
These are things that plague me as I lay here watching the epitome of American television in various forms. I can only hope that European television is fairing better.
....I seriously, seriously need to get off of my sofa and onto the plane to Denmark.
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